| Child had no mother
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| So he won’t be missed
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| All planned at the age of ten
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| What a terrible twist
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| Innocent mind of a child
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| How did it end up like this
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| Cut his life a little short
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| Took his childhood bliss
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| A rage of death is near
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| Psychotic pulse I fear
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| Never stopped for anyone
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| Always had my way
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| Brought back to reality
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| Insanity was displayed
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| Didn’t know how far I got
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| 'Till I was almost done
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| Now there is no turning back
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| The urge is way too fun
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| Fear is always spoken
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| It creeps without demand
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| Leaves the door wide open
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| With domination at its hand
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| All your dreams are broken
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| No one ever understands
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| The smell of fear unspoken
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| It’s destructions first command
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| Lured into the gutter
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| Where extortion was the plan
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| Well too young to realize
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| The violence of her crime
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| Murder was the subject
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| And children were her prey
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| Left a bloody massacre
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| Well known to this day
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| A rage of death is near
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| Psychotic pulse I fear
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| Denial was her weapon
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| Cared for no one but herself
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| The axe, a form of justice
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| To this world in which she fell
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| Anger was not mild
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| Aggression without delay
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| Armageddon will then follow
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| Well that’s the price that you just pay
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| Fear is always spoken
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| It creeps without demand
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| Leaves the door wide open
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| With domination at its hand
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| All your dreams are broken
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| No one ever understands
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| The smell of fear unspoken
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| It’s destructions first command
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| A rage of death is here
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| Psychotic pulse I fear
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| A rage of death is here
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| Psychotic pulse I fear
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| Savage torture will hunt in the night
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| Hungry for blood
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| She strikes with delight
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| Anxiously, always waiting for pain
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| Massacred millions it runs in her veins
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| A rage of death is near
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| Psychotic pulse I fear
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| Tables slightly turning
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| The hunter becomes the prey
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| Doesn’t feel quite right
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| When she’s the one that they will slay
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| Tables slightly turning
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| The hunter becomes the prey
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| It doesn’t feel quite right
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| When she’s the one that they will slay
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| Fear is always spoken
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| It creeps without demand
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| Leaves the door wide open
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| With domination at its hand
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| All your dreams are broken
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| No one ever understands
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| The smell of fear unspoken
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| It’s destructions first command |